Page 11 of I Would Die For You

“I don’t know how to say this in English, but listen to me carefully.Voglio dire quello che dico.Do you understand?”

I can only nod at the hardness of his voice even though I grasped what he meant.Don’t misconstrue anything about me.

I won’t.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Y-yes,” I mutter.

“Va bene.”

My breathing is heavy as I wait for him to release me now. But Stefano seems in no rush to move, his clear hazel eyes turned dark with some swirling emotion I can’t decipher this up close.

“Has any man ever made you come,ama?”

My mouth goes dry under the huskiness of his tone more than the scandalous nature of the words themselves. Add to this the way he’s looking at me, like fire is blazing in his loins and I can see this inferno all over his face right now, and I do something stupid.

“No,” I squeak.

A slow smile lifts up one corner of his lips more.

“Good. Be honest. I like this.” His hands clench and unclench around my wrists. “Would you like me to make you come?”

Only an idiot would say no to him. I’m not an idiot. “Yes.”

His gaze narrows. “No lying, Kaya. I’ll know.”

I’ll know if you fake it.It’s a skill we all know, us working girls.

“Yes.”

Without tearing his gaze from mine, he slides his knee between my legs, smoothing up, lifting my skirt in the process. My breath hitches when he makes contact with my crotch.

“How wet are you right now?” he asks with a small smile. “Let’s find out.”

His hands release my wrists to glide down my arms, along the sides of my breasts, my waist, my hips where he bunches my dress in a fist and uses his other hand to push my panties aside.

“So wet,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning my pussy and making me gasp as he kneels before me.

A keening moan pours out when he places his open mouth on my sex and starts to lick and suck. Before long, his lips have closed around my clit, and he’s fondling it with his tongue. It’s all too much for me, and I can’t stop the pleasure building and roaring through me as he sucks a little harder.

Thankfully, he pulls away when I erupt into an orgasm. I don’t think I would’ve been able to take it if he’d kept on with his assault.

“Bellissima,” he murmurs as he gets to his feet.

I’ve hardly recovered when he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me against him. I’m still rather limp, so I sprawl against his wide body and wrap my legs around him when he places an arm under my ass to then carry me into his bedroom. Before putting me down, he grabs my dress and rips it off me. My panties follow suit.

I’m barely on my back when he’s already got his head back between my thighs and kissing my pussy once more.

“Stefano!” I gasp. “What are you doing?”

“You taste delicious. I can’t get enough of you.”

Here he is, the charmer back at it again. I can’t help it, I laugh.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be,” he chides.

He’s on the bed next, straddling me between his knees as he leans down and claims my mouth with his. I can taste myself on his lips, and strangely, I’m not finding it gross or even repulsive. Little by little, I melt into the mattress the deeper he kisses me, until we get to a point where all I’m tasting is him now as I stroke his tongue with my own, as I drink from his mouth.

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